“Poor Old fool,” thought the well-dressed gentleman as he watched an old man fish in a puddle outside a pub. So he invited the old man inside for a drink. As they sipped their whiskeys, the gentleman thought he’d humor the old man and asked, “So how many have you caught today?” The old man replied, “You’re the eighth.”
Sort of funny...but mostly, I just liked the picture... Bruce Jones was a well known, well respected So. Calif shaper. Mr. Jones passed in Jan 2014 at age 69.
Wife’s Diary: We went to a nice restaurant for dinner. I thought he was upset by the fact that I was a bit late, but he said nothing about it. I asked him what was wrong. He said, “Nothing.” I asked him if it was something I had done. He said he wasn’t upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it. On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can’t explain his behavior. I don’t know why he didn’t say, “I love you, too.” When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, and again he said nothing. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. He fell asleep — I cried. I don’t know what to do. I’m sure his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster. Husband’s Diary: Boat wouldn’t start, can’t figure it out!!
Once I took a girl I had just met on my boat, a 21' Wellcraft center console open fisherman. We made it out the ramp to open water, but alas, the boat would only go in circles. The steering rod had seized up, my roommate forgot to turn the outboard motor all the way to the left or right upon last use,and it was going in circles and the girl was looking at me like the kook I was. So I had to turn it off and grab a paddle and stroke it back to the marina where I launched it. Did NOT get laid that day, speaking of stroking it. One of many many many sad stories of me and boating. Nowadays I prefer a kayak. No drama.
An avid duck hunter was in the market for a new bird dog. His search ended when he found a dog that could actually walk on water to retrieve a duck. Shocked by his find, he was sure none of his friends would ever believe him. He decided to try to break the news to a friend of his, a pessimist by nature, and invited him to hunt with him and his new dog. As they waited by the shore, a flock of ducks flew by. They fired, and a duck fell. The dog responded and jumped into the water. The dog, however, did not sink, but instead walked across the water to retrieve the bird, never getting more than his paws wet. The friend saw everything but did not say a single word. On the drive home, the hunter asked his friend, "Did you notice anything unusual about my new dog?" "I sure did," responded his friend. "The sumbitch can't swim."